#daphne andrews

[incorrectsibunaquotes]

Mr. Sweet: Today I finally realised I'm just plain old.

Mrs. Andrews: What happened?

Mr. Sweet: I slipped and fell on something, and instead of laughing, Alfie and Jerome came running to see if I was alright.

Mrs. Andrews:

Mr. Sweet: I saw fear in their eyes.

[osirian-rises]

I'm. Sobbing.

It was rare Daphne Andrews would take a day off work. She loved working, loved teaching all her students, even the more difficult ones. It was something she’d always been drawn too, teaching. And French had come after a month long vacation to Paris when she was a younger woman. She’d known the language, but hearing it spoken all around her had been the final push to decide to teach it back in England.

France was where she’d met her Ralph. Dark haired and handsome, with just a little stubble and beautiful green eyes. They used to gleam in the sun as he and Daphne talked at some cafe or bookstore, laughing over her stories of college and his of hiking the various trails that Europe had to offer.

She’d gone with him on more than a few hiking trips, and once they’d even flown down to Toronto to see Niagara Falls for their summer break. That was where he’d proposed, right in front of the waterfall. Daphne had never agreed to something faster. Years had passed, with him working as a Tour Guide, and her still teaching at Amun. They had tried to have children, when they were younger, but had never been successful. And all attempts stopped after he’d fallen ill.

Intraocular lymphoma, the doctor’s had found. A cancer that had nestled in both his eyes, only caught after he’d complained of his vision worsening.

“Ralph?” Daphne called into the quiet hospital room. The only sound coming from within was a television with the volume on low, and the beeping of some machines. “It’s me.”

“What are you doing here?” Her Ralph asked with a fond smile, glazed eyes staring off into the distance. His head turned towards her voice as she walked closer, her heels clacking on the tile floor.

“I’ve come to spend the day with you, is that a crime?” Daphne asked, reaching out to grab her husband’s hand. She was careful not to jostle the IV in his arm, not even halfway done with his chemo treatment. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been run over by a truck.” Ralph smiled, weakly squeezing her hand. “I’m glad you’re here, actually. There’s something I want to talk about.”

Daphne sighed, staring down at the floor. “Ralph, I don’t want to talk about this again.”

“Oh, come on.” Ralph smiled. “It’s my decision, isn’t it? My entire life is this hospital, seeing everyone as giant blurs. I can’t even see your smile anymore.”

“You can picture it.” Daphne insisted. “I don’t want you to stop the chemotherapy, you know what will happen if you stop treatment-”

“Daphne, it’s almost time.” Ralph reminded. “I don’t know when it will happen, but we both know it’s soon. I’m almost to the end of my second year. I’d rather not be dying while feeling miserable and sick all the time.”

“You aren’t stopping the chemo.” Daphne repeated. The Chosen Hour was close, so close. “You just need to hang on a little longer-”

“Daphne.” Ralph said gently. “There is no little longer. There’s nothing that can fix this. I need to know you’re okay, before I go.”

“You aren’t going.” Daphne insisted, getting choked up. “I-I don’t want to talk about this Ralph, it’s not going to happen. You have to believe me.”

Ralph was silent for a long time. He closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. “Alright Daph.” He said agreeably. “I believe you.” He squeezed her hand again. “The doctor wants to schedule a biopsy. They think the cancer might be spreading to my brain, or spinal cord.”

Daphne swallowed around the lump growing in her throat, her cellphone’s ringing cutting off anything she could have said to her husband to try and make it okay. She hadn’t told him about the elixir. Not yet. She wouldn’t, not until she could get him his fair share. “I’m sorry, it’s the school, I’ll be right back.” She apologized as she stood and moved towards the door.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Ralph said softly, just before she slipped into the hallway.

“Yes, hello?” Daphne asked as she answered. It was Eric’s voice on the other end.

“Daphne, hello, I am so sorry to ask, but is there anyway you could return to school after the lunch hour?”

“What? Why?” Daphne sidestepped over to a bathroom and locked herself inside. “I’ve barely been gone a few hours.”

“Yes, I know, but there’s been a…incident.” Eric said delicately. “After lunch I need the substitute to take over Jason’s class, and I need you back to continue yours.”

“What’s happened with Jason?” Daphne said, voice laced with confusion. The young teacher was the newest addition to Victor’s group. Daphne assumed he’d found out too much, just like she had, and Victor had used whatever sick relative he had to keep his mouth shut. Probably an ailing parent, Daphne reasoned. He had, after all, only been hired to replace Mr. Fleming, who had suffered a heart attack a few months ago. It was no secret to Daphne now, that everyone employed by the school either had a sick relative, or were sick themselves. It was an insurance policy, one that Victor was proud to scheme up.

“He apparently woke up with a high fever, and collapsed during his morning class.” Eric said somberly. “The ambulance has only just arrived to take him to hospital. I’ve got students freaking out in the counselor’s office, I need you back here please.”

“Jason’s collapsed?” Daphne repeated. She’d never seen the young man look sickly at all, besides being slightly underweight. “Eric, what’s going on?”

“I’m afraid I can’t disclose private medical history.” Eric reminded. “Will you come back?”

“Fine.” Daphne said reluctantly. “Just…give me a little while to say goodbye to my husband.”

“Of course.” Eric said agreeably. “Tell Ralph I said hello. Ad vitam aeternam.”

“...Ad vitam aeternam.” Daphne copied before hanging up.

Damn Eric and his latin to hell.

She returned to Ralph’s room, apologizing madly as she explained she had to leave.

“Fate pulls you away from me once more.” Ralph smiled as she grabbed her purse. 

“I’m sorry Ralph, you know how the school is.” Daphne apologized again.

“Of course. Daphne?” Ralph looked at a random wall, his eyes wide but unseeing. “I would very much like you to give all your students my best. Your stories of them mean the world to me. I hope you spin just as fine a tale of me when you talk about me.”

“Of course I do.” Daphne promised. “And I will. Eric says hello.” She stopped at the door for a long, long time. Even though she made no noise, she could tell Ralph still knew she was there. “I love you Ralph. I’ll come see you again soon.”

“And I’ll see you again, never.” Ralph joked. “But I’ll count the seconds until I hear your voice again. Goodbye, Daph. I love you.”

[yackers]

RANDOM FAVOURITE MOMENTS 25/?

[superbbouquettidalwavo]

Daphne Andrews: Eric! May I ask why most of my class ended up in the infirmary?

Eric Sweet: Lost appreciation for my lecture on the elves and the giants.

Daphne (understandingly comments): Ah.

[yookdraws]

Daphne & Silas 💜

[ridiculouslyaverageguy]

During the production of Scooby-Doo, Where Are You!, Mystery Inc. was envisioned as five humans and a dog. But the final guy, described as a rich, snooty hipster (seemingly based on Milton from Dobie Gillis) was cut from the show. This is apparently due to Scooby gaining more prominence as the show was being made, to the point of being turned into the protagonist.

The above images come from Van Partible, the creator of Johnny Bravo. They are two of several, physical drawings that he got his hands on while working at Hanna Barbera.

This character was likely Mike Andrews mentioned in the initial pitch. (Geoff, Kelly, Linda, and W.W. are Fred, Daphne, Velma, and Shaggy respectively)

[badwolf-gallagher88]

Yes, having a crush on a fictional character is bad. But have you ever had a crush on a fictionalised version of a vaguely problematic historical figure??

[thatisayouproblem]

shoutout to silas bell for going “i miss my wife tails, i miss her a lot” at every minor inconvenience after seeing daphne exactly twice

anyways im rereading tsbit for the 8th time and i forgot how much i fucking love silas and daphne’s romance

[heterosexualomegaverse]

going from a big fandom to a small fandom is so strange. like what do you mean theres only 3 people blogging about this book??? What do you mean almost no one knows about my blorbo???

[porcelain-requiem]

Fun fact: Scooby-Doo was based off of The Archies.

So here's some fanart I drew of Mystery Inc. drawn like The Archies.

Enjoy! 🧡💙💚💜🤎

[night0rchlds]

just found out that Silas and Daphne (the spirit bears it’s teeth) did end up having kids and have two daughters named Emily and Isabella

they mean so much to me i’m gonna go cry in the corner now

[incorrectsibunaquotes]

Thinking about how Mrs. Andrews almost assuredly joined the Society to help her husband. We have no mention of him at all, but the fact that she's a missus, leads us to believe that she was/is married. And maybe her husband was sick and dying, and she wanted to help him get better. And maybe he's already gone by the time the Chosen Hour even approaches, but she stays because she's in too deep now, and she's built a community, and maybe even found new love with Eric Sweet. But then the children she cares about start being put into serious danger, and the community/support system she thought she had suddenly becomes this callous, neglectful cult, and it's such a wake up call that the thing she was trying to protect is already gone, and all she's done is harm children. And the man she's grown to care about is just... if not okay with it, too cowardly to stop it.

[osirian-rises]

Shadow Of Mine Chapter Seven

Jerome didn't sleep well the night before he was supposed to present his project. Public speaking made him feel all out of sorts, like he was standing in front of a jury ready to be tried for some crime. He’d never had to do projects at Pine Hills, or present anything in front of a class. The most they ever did there was packets of work with hundreds of pages, a new one being handed out just as soon as they finished the last one. They were never allowed to make things, especially not anything that required scissors.

Everyone in his class presented their projects with the same dull, flat tones. Mr. Quimby did his best to keep them engaged with questions, but it was clear that the fun part of the project was making the roundhouses.

“Clarke, that’s you.” Mr. Quimby nodded as the current presentor finished. Jerome stood up and moved to the cupboard in the class where he’d put his project the day before. He searched through the rows of similar looking roundhouses, but couldn’t find the one he had made.

“Mines not here.” He turned. “I finished it yesterday.”

“Yes I remember you dropping it off.” Mr. Quimby stood and moved over to the cupboard, looking over the shelves. “Class, did anyone see Jerome’s project?” The students all shook their heads no. “Did you grab it to add any last minute details?” He asked.

“No, I put it here with everyone else and I-” Jerome stopped. The day before, Matthew had stopped by Mr. Quimby’s room to ask about borrowing chairs for a rugby meeting. He turned and ran out the door, through the halls of the school, and all the way to Anubis house. He tore through Matthew’s side of their room, uncovering the shattered remains of his project under his bed.

“No!” Jerome yelled, grabbing a few pieces of the broken wood. “No!” He sat back dejectedly, throwing the pieces at the wall in anger. Jerome spotted a forgotten maths textbook on Mattnhew’s nightstand. In a quick flash of anger, he grabbed it and ripped out a few of the new looking pages.

“Jerome!” Victor yelled from the door. Jerome startled as he looked over, heart sinking in his chest. He still held the ripped papers in his hand, a guilty look on his face.

“I’m-I’m sorry-” He said hurriedly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“To the Mr. Sweet’s office, now!” Victor barked out.

Jerome jumped up and raced out of the room. He made it as far as the front door before he started hyperventilating, legs shaking underneath him as he tried to make himself open the door to go outside.

“What are you waiting for boy? Go!” Victor demanded.

The lights started to flicker overhead, Jerome completely unaware with how fast the room seemed to be spinning around him. Victor startled back, then moved forwards and opened the door for Jerome.

“There, go!” He ordered, the lights slowly returning to normal as Jerome made it outside, and started walking towards Amun, Victor following a good distance behind.

Jerome tried not to cry as he walked into Sweet’s office and sat down. He’d been doing so well not getting into trouble, or at least far better than he ever had at Pine Hills. Victor shot a look at Eric as he walked in.

“Mr. Clarke. Your teacher told me you ran off during class.” Eric said. “What is the meaning of all this?” “I found him ripping up a classmate’s textbook.” Victor accused. “Ruining school property, and add to that skipping class, he should be suspended for this.”

“Victor.” Eric looked reluctantly between the two. He clasped his fingers together and leaned forward slightly. “Lets not be rash. Jerome, do you have anything to say in your defense?”

“He ruined my school project.” Jerome said, voice somewhat shaky. “I-I didn’t mean to rip up his book I just-” He looked down at his hands. He was still holding the pages. “I didn’t mean to.”

“I just got mad, Victor. I didn’t mean to push you, okay? I won’t do it again. You just shouldn’t talk to her like that, okay?”

“Suspension is a bit harsh Victor.” Eric said. “Jerome, we’ll be calling your pa-your mother. She’ll have to pay to replace the textbook. In addition you are grounded for three days, and will serve detention after school for the same amount, starting today.”

“Yes sir.” Jerome said quietly, ducking his head.

“Back to class please.” Eric nodded. Jerome placed the papers on his desk and left the office, shutting the door behind him.

“We wondered where you had gone.” Mr. Quimby said as Jerome walked back into the classroom. “Your project…?”

“I don’t have one.” Jerome mumbled, face flushed.

“Ah. Well then. I can offer you new materials and an extension, but there will be an automatic deduction to your grade.” Mr. Quimby explained, grabbing a spare bag of materials. Jerome took it wordlessly and walked back to his desk. He was quiet the rest of the school day.

Detention was with the French teacher, Mrs. Andrews. There was only one other student in detention, a much older boy who never so much as glanced over at Jerome. He worked on his homework and makeup project the entire time. As he was leaving, he spotted a picture of a man with Mrs. Andrews, gazing lovingly at her while she smiled proudly at the camera.

“That was when I got my Bachelor’s degree.” Mrs. Andrews said as she noticed him looking. “That’s my husband, Ralph.”

“I’ve never seen anyone look like that.” Jerome said with interest. “It’s like in the movies.” She looked at him quizzically, and he tried to further explain. “So happy, I mean. I guess I was happy when I graduated from my old school, but my mom didn’t take pictures.”

Daphne Andrews did not sleep well that night.

Waking at four am, she slipped out of bed and drove all the way back to Amun, to the private residence of Eric Sweet.

It took him a long time to answer her banging at the door.

“Daphne, what on earth is it?” Eric said as he finally opened the door, pulling a blue bathrobe over his pyjamas. “Do you know what time it is? Has something happened?”

“What if everything goes wrong?” Daphne demanded. “How are you so sure that in a few years time you’ll have found the Paragon? What if you’re just dragging this poor boy along for nothing? I have half a mind to track down that mother of his-”

“She doesn’t know anything.” Sweet said under his breath. He looked around, and beckoned her inside. “Relax Daphne, everything will be fine. The Chosen One always reveals themself. The Gods will it so. We’ll find them.”

“And do what?” Daphne questioned. “They’ll be young. What if their parents care enough to keep them safe?”

“We aren’t putting them in any harm.” Eric laughed uneasily. “Believe my Daphne, I have done this all before, when I lived in Anubis house. Everything will be alright. Whatever guardians look over the Chosen One, they will agree with our cause like they always have.”

“Fine. Even if they show up. What about him?” Daphne asked. “What if he turns out like the Betrayer you’re always talking about?”

“A ridiculous notion, that was an outlier. I’m still here and for the cause, aren’t I?”

“And where’s your Osirian?” Daphne crossed her arms.

Eric’s face fell and he gave a nervous laugh. “Daphne, really, this is of no concern. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to bed. Busy day tomorrow, School Board meetings and the like.”

“Hm. I didn’t know you could schedule those in a scam school.” Daphne turned and left, Eric shouting as she went.

“We are still an honest establishment, even though we have other priorities-”

Daphne took work off the next day, and stayed in her room researching Egypt.

Words: 1,333

PREVIOUS CHAPTERS:

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six

This was the first chapter where I introduced the Eric Sweet/John Clarke Chosen Osirian dynamics! This idea was original to @ron-stepupable and I give them full credit for the inspiration.

[ghostywispe]

DAPHNE LUCKENBILL -THE SPIRIT BARES ITS TEETH

[nathan-moth]

Me after finishing The Spirit Bares It's Teeth:

[siriuslywilliamm]

Andrew Joseph White characters+ what music they'd listen to

Miles Abernathy

- ignoring that this is set in 2017 because I don't wanna look up when things were released

-The crane wives, specifically the hand that feeds

- Midwest and regular emo. Like the front bottoms, mccaferty and fall out boy

-his guilty pleasure is girly pop, like Sabrina Carpenter and Taylor Swift's earlier albums (specifically speak now and red)

- Yaelokre

Dallas Foster

- literally anything and everything

- a lot of videogame soundtracks and musicals (guns for hire from the arcane soundtrack) (EPIC THE MUSICAL.)

- any kind of metal. I think they'd like I-E-A-I-A-I-O by SoaD

- NEW GOD BY MOON WALKER !! and literally anything by bear ghost

- ironically listens to rebzyyx and msi

- HOT TO GO !!!!!

Daphne Luckenbill

- laufey and mitski, very serene thought daughter vibes

- Had a rebellious era and briefly listened to nothing but Midwest emo and riot girl (dazey and the scouts!!!)

Silas Bell

- I genuinely have no idea

- the Dresden Dolls maybe ??

Benji Woodside

- nothing

-the Beatles maybe